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He sat on the edge of the old stone building. The outside was crumbling, and the city was going to tear it down. The fountation wasn't strong enough. He found that ironic. People assumed that the way he appeared in the news, all happy and full of smiles, was how he alsways was. But no. His facade was crumbling. Years of being a hero had made him miserable. Cold. Empty. He decide it was time to stop. He wrote his mother a letter, told her that he loved her. Then he did the only thing he had ever wanted to do for the past ten years. 

He let go.




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I know it's weird, but I was bored.

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